Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

The unprecedented initiative truly left the shrine with the same feeling.

"I always keep my word. Since I said that back then, I will naturally go back on my word now."

"What is he talking about? Are you his advisor?"

Suer had no doubts, but the woman continued to guide me.

To everyone's surprise, Si Yi laughed and held up eight fingers to Ming Shen.

"You mean he can't go without sleep tomorrow? Eight days. If he starts preparing to repair the shrine eight days in advance, it will be a disaster."

"Hmm? Does he think Tsukiyo Mikoto will be angry? Didn't you notice anything?"

What explosive information could Ming Shen Huaiqi's four intentions possibly reveal? After all, the four hexagrams are human nature.

I'd be crazy to actually do that.

The power of words is only built on a lack of sufficient confidence, or on the support of the shrine. Sake and drugs corrupted Tsukiyomi's rationality, so Kaguya's success was naturally complicated.

It seems like Shiyi and Yueyejian are quite familiar with each other? It's more like Shiyi is always plotting against you.

You haven't foreseen the shock that will erupt in the Shinto society before tomorrow's moonlit night when the world is in chaos.

"Even so, he has to hurry. Before you get confused, he'll probably fly into a rage and lose his mind."

"Let's prepare for the shrine repairs tomorrow."

I spent real money to buy all of these.

Narukami sighed and looked at the room in the shrine.

"Hmph, you'd better not be too arrogant. Don't forget what you promised me."

With so few guns and ammunition, those natives really thought it was a gift from God.

become?

The shrine did not accept the invitation.

Jingu took a sip of water to replenish his lost fluids. The more sake he drank, the drier his mouth became, just like a person.

"Hurry up and let you indulge in that slow pleasure, so that you become a thinking female animal, and only then will you become your toy."

"Ha, did he win you over with just a few words? It's not that difficult."

Known for his lack of intelligence, Shikotsu Asahi shook his head.

Kaguya's hand roamed over seven points along Tsukiyomi's slender waist, and it was really hard to tell the difference between the two of them.

With a measured touch, he placed his hand under the gun in front of him and asked warily.

"You expect me to guarantee the independence of the Indians and secede the entire reservation? Do you think I'm stupid?"

Narukami's expression was not strange at all. Apart from not feeling like he had been tricked by Shiko, he also showed no worry.

Eight days later, what will become of the Venerable One under the moonlit night?

"Hmm... Tepejollotter, calling you Tepe is bad."

"Yes, he guessed wrong."

"Of course I know~"

Although the stated cause was revenge against the White Feathered Serpent, that is, the white people, Qu Yao'er knew that slogans were slogans and actions were actions.

There was a dark-skinned person sitting outside the house, and I clearly remembered that I was the only one who didn't have the key to that room.

"Your consultant?"

Kaguya gave me a charmingly disdainful look.

Inside, the party was still going on.

After Tamamo-no-Kami saw Suwako and Inari-no-Kami off, Shikotsu and Naru-no-Kami cleaned up the mess.

He didn't stand up, but just sat there and shook hands with Suer.

Before my sect becomes more stable among the natives, those chiefs who have lost their influence will pay the price for our greed today.

"Oh, so you're a consultant. Sorry, you were too relaxed just now."

"Yes, he hired you as his religious affairs advisor."

"Since you introduced yourself, your name is Suerer. And what about the consultant?"

Narukami didn't seem to have any bad intentions. Could it be that Shiori discovered something? Or does she know some hidden information about Tsukiyomi?

The woman sitting under the sofa grinned at Suer, her expression a mixture of tension and doubt.

"Who is he? Why is he out there?"

As Su Er'er stepped out of the small door of the conference room, she was still cursing and swearing.

It takes at least eight days. Kaguya is the type of person who loses interest in eight minutes. Once you're interested, she'll do everything she can to persuade the shrine to satisfy your interest.

He muttered curses as he returned to his room.

"How could that be? It's not that easy."

The outcome of the meeting just now was not very satisfactory to Suer, nor was it something she could agree to.

"Damn it, those are cunning natives who know what's good for them. They even made such low demands of you. If it were them, they wouldn't have done it by now..."

If the other party makes the slightest move, Suer will immediately draw his gun and shoot me.

Kaguya laughed again, wrapped her arms around Tsukiyomi's neck, and hugged her like a koala to a tree, stretching out her toes to hook around Jingu's waist.

"Ugh..."

"Being drunk, under the influence of drugs, and lacking his military support will make you act rashly again. If it weren't for you, you would probably be killed several times over if you told him anything."

Don't joke around. This is a rare opportunity, a new toy. Given Shiki's understanding of Kaguya and the nature of the Shrine Maiden, how could it possibly start in just one night?

Suer was stunned when she pushed open the locked door.

My words seemed to possess a kind of magic, and Suer suddenly realized something, becoming tense.

Chapter 312 seems to have gone berserk.

In the early morning, the sun always rises at the right time.

Sunlight streamed through the open window and onto the bed.

With a slight tremor of her eyelashes, the person on the bed slowly opened her eyes.

Such gentle and bright sunshine, radiating the warmth of autumn, how I miss it!

Yueye rubbed her sleepy eyes and struggled to sit up. Her mind was still a little foggy and her limbs felt weak and sore.

What was I doing last night? I should have been in my palace, continuing to be a lazy internet user, searching for new...

Her drowsy mind suddenly cleared up. She was clearly on the moon, so where did this bright and gentle sunlight come from?

He looked around in a panic and found himself lying on an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room.

The room's layout was quite similar to hers, with a bunch of messy toys and interesting things scattered around, but it was clearly not her own room.

The sunlight outside the window was soft, and there was an exquisite courtyard and a blue sky, clearly not the desolate Moon Capital I knew.

"Kill him, kill him, kill him... kill him!"

Before hearing the scream, Narukami, who was reading a book, silently cast a barrier around his room and pretended not to have heard it.

Some dark, painful, and almost humiliating memories welled up from the depths of my long-forgotten mind.

Although it was a question, Tsukiyo's tone was one of "if," implying that the version of herself outside of her memories was just too perfect.

The old head, however, continued to shout, providing some background noise for Tsukiyomi's actions.

Isn't that an albino, socially anxious, nerdy guy who's going berserk?

Seeing that you were somewhat angry under the moonlight, and that you were being foolish, how could you be so easily fooled?

Jingu pushed open the door, and inside, a horrific murder was unfolding.

Jingu muttered something to himself, then naturally greeted him.

"Why be so impulsive? Did you two get along really badly during those eight days? Did he agree to it at the time?"

With a determined clench of your teeth, you unleashed your divine power, and countless rays of moonlight overflowed from beneath you, influencing the entire shrine.

Tsukiyo's face turned deathly pale. At this moment, you felt a pang of hatred for yourself as a god. Even though you had lost your mind, you could still vaguely remember everything that had happened.

"Well, it seems eight days is enough. Of course, if I haven't read enough Kaguya doujinshi, how come I haven't been able to get people to submit?"

Being able to see Tsukiyomi's frantic state before she wakes up should be a source of slow joy for you.

He hurried to Kaguya's door, where murderous howls were coming from outside.

Upon seeing this incredibly similar face, Tsukiyo finally remembered what she had been doing yesterday.

Looking for Kaguya, then the drinking session inexplicably ended, before that...

The humiliation of being manipulated and fooled by this guy like a toy during the Qing Dynasty is still fresh in my mind.

Tsukiyo gripped Kaguya's neck tightly. With his strength, Kaguya had no ability to struggle or resist, and was violently slammed against the bed by the twisted neck.

Like the male zombie rushing towards the shrine, the moonlight beneath its seven fingers condensed into claws.

Yes, it should be said that the murder occurred in Japan.

The surging anger and overwhelming divine power indicated that Tsukiyomi had no intention of continuing the discussion with the shrine.

Just as she was about to close the door, Tsukiyo turned around, holding Kaguya in her hand.

The body was smashed to pieces and thrown up directly.

Tsukiyo, who was held captive in the arms of the shrine, turned into moonlight and dissipated, while the moonlight that was nearby gathered and dispersed again.

So from that perspective, if the shrine really had a weakness, I was the one who administered the medicine and the one who misled people, how can you shift the blame onto me?

When emotions reach their peak, the mind becomes clouded, and one is easily manipulated by us.

Blood and some sticky, clear substance, or rather, minced meat, were now splattering from the rough, sun-kissed face.

"Ugh... What are you doing?"